THE POSTMISTRESS WHO WAS A “BARBARA FRITCHIE"
When you talk of deeds of glory
Of this campaign in the South,
Where the deeds seem super human
In the battle and the fray,
You’ll remember one brave woman
In the town of Lady Grey.
It’s the olden, golden story
Of the weak who can be strong;
It’s the deed that rates the glory
Of the brightest wealth of song;
It’s the old world-you can hear it,
Working with us here today;
It is Barbara Fritchie’s spirit,
In the town of Lady Grey
Zionist Record, 1 December 1950